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I flash a menacing smile, proving her point as I clamp my hands around her waist and lift her.
Her squeak is short and quiet, swallowed by the silence of the gym pressing around us. I balance her round, perfect ass on the second rope of the ring, making sure it lines up just right.
Then I start working on her hands and feet, winding her wrists and ankles around the top rope and the lowest one. Pinning her open with her knees bent and her gorgeous pussy on full display.
Goddamn it.
I’ll never be able to box without getting a boner again.
Kicking off my pants and shoes, I pad toward her with my cock at attention. The spotlights catch on the bars bolted through the underside while it kicks up to my navel.
Mouth-watering piña colada fills my mouth with saliva. And I just… go to my knees, like I have so many times for her.
Only her. Always her.
She whimpers while I stroke her thighs, holding them spread for my mouth. Roughing out uneven purrs while I lick her smooth, slippery pussy lips.
Ungh. FUCK.
Her taste rolling over my tongue feels like being hit with a defibrillator. A hundred volts, right to the heart. Need crackles through my limbs, lighting every nerve it streaks across.
Yes. More. Burn me up. Melt me down.
Make me into something new.
Something hers.
The sounds she makes while I work my tongue over her clit have me pumping my cock into my fist, slicking my palm with pre-cum.
Her back arches, lifting her hips higher. Pressing herself into my ravenous snarls. Letting me devour her.
When I hook two fingers into her opening and press where her body throbs for a knot, she lets out a high-pitched moan and comes, dousing my face with her slick. It dribbles down onto my chest—another mark of sorts.
My Alpha lunges, trying to break off his leash. He wants that scent all over us, soaked into my knot, dripping down my balls.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I’m used to fighting other people, but fighting myself for someone else is new to me. Squeezing my eyes shut, I lean my forehead into her belly, doing my best to just breathe.
But my girl really is perfect for me. Because instead of sagging into the ropes, she squirms, bucking her soaked center into the middle of my chest.
Rubbing more of her scent onto me.
Jeeeeesus.
My hands snap up to her hips, holding her still as I growl, “You’re pushing it, kitten. How am I supposed to resist knotting this sweet little cunt if you keep waving it in my face?”
“Don’t,” she pants. “I—I want you. Please?”
Something between a laugh and bark scrapes up my throat. “Here?!”
So fucking perfect for me, my kitten. Because she nods hard, her braids whipping forward. “Please, Avery.”
I haven’t taken her yet today. After all the shit she had to wade through last night, I had all these stupid notions of romance. A bed, a candle.
But this is better.
This is us.
